It’s crazy how a girl can look at a guy and freak out about how good looking he is. It’s like he’s perfect. How everything about him makes him seem like he’s a nice guy, like an angel. You love seeing pictures of him, looking at him smile makes you smile. But it’s funny- once you get to know them, everything changes. The “perfect” image we had of this guy, is shattered. Every other girl puts him up on this pedestal, but you know the real him. The one that made you cry and didn’t care about you felt at all. Eventually you never talk to “mr.perfect” again, but you see the way other girls talk to him. You’re not jealous anymore, you just feel bad for those girls. You know they’re making a mistake. They’re melting over his face, while you know the real him. You know that he makes these girls cry, having no respect for them, being just another notch in his belt. i feel bad for those guys: Karma is a bitch.